Anders walked in counting on the scale. The gap in weight looked decisive on paper, and he treated it that way until Kody Evans got her hands on him and the math stopped mattering. She was simply stronger than he had budgeted for, and every time he tried to jump the start or catch her flat-footed, she was already set. Nothing he threw landed as a surprise. She answered it, shut it down, and put him back where she wanted him without ever looking hurried.
They traded words the whole way. He kept talking like the size difference still owed him something. She answered by making him pay for each line, grinding the match into a long, public lesson. From the opening tie-up to the last hold, she ran the pace, the positions, and the headscissor humiliation.
More than once her headscissors closed hard enough that the edges of his vision went soft. He felt it coming and got the hand up before he blacked out, tapping while he still could. She let him breathe, then went right back to work. By the finish there was no argument left about who had been in control.
